Time ticked away in the CEO's office.
Having just talked over the phone with people in Imperial City, they conveyed their sincerity and politeness in hoping to participate in the York-King Group's new project next year. After all, the development of all the prime locations in Philadelphia, including the entire Janis Group, was in the hands of the York-King Group.
Mason King had just hung up the phone and suddenly heard a slight noise coming from the door of the resting room. He had an incoming overseas call on his phone that he didn't take yet, so he glanced toward the direction of the resting room.
That glance alone was enough to make the man's brows twitch in an instant.
Suzanne Trent had just taken a shower not too long ago, and her hair still half-wet and draped over her shoulders, creating a stark contrast with his white shirt she was wearing.
The little woman wore his shirt, which barely covered her thighs.